The title probably seems a little oblique, but it'll make a bit of sense when I explain this part at least: there may only be one letter's difference, but it can mean a world of difference between a rave and a rape.
This was written as a request from CC00. I really had trouble starting this off, as, despite the fact that I'm 34, I've never been to a rave, and only used my high school memories of school socials to come up with something even remotely close. (Yeah, they could be very subdued affairs, but the basic idea—that of a massive dance party—was there at least. And there was almost one time when it could've gotten a little bit more off-reservation, but that's a topic for private discussion.) As always, as this is a request story, expect this story to be in a little bit of flux.
Now, the usual warnings:
Rape and sexual assault are wrong. We all know that. Sexual assault at concerts and raves, especially, are starting to get more media attention, not just for their perceived prevalence, but also for the many artists who have started to stand against it. You may have no choice in the matter when it comes to getting up close and personal with your fellow concert-goer, but what you do during this close-quarters contact is your choice. Don't make the same choice as those in this story, otherwise you will be getting your own 'close-quarters contact' with another resident of one of your nation's penitentiaries.
The music blared from the speakers around the room, alternating between the long bass drone and bent staccato synth sounds, all lorded over by the DJ standing in the booth. Laser lights crisscrossed through the fog, making it look like a green and red grid above the many ravers who filled the floor. And in the middle of it all, CeCe, her 5-foot-5 body clad in a simple all-black outfit, was dancing with her friends. They were certainly not oblivious to the group of men that were surrounding them, and as soon as any got close, they batted them away. However, slowly, surely and subtly, they eventually got between CeCe and her friends, separating her out from the rest of the group, until she was out of their sight, and they hers. She started to panic, and tried to barge her way out of the ring, only to be grabbed by the hips and pulled back in, her restrainer whispering to her, "Why leave so soon? You could always dance for us, little one."
The twenty-two-year-old tried to pry herself from his grip, but he kept pulling her back onto him, his rock hard cock felt against her back. "I don't want to be here," she rightfully complained, "please let me go back to my friends." Her pleas, however, seemed to fall on deaf ears, as the group of men surrounded her closer, still dancing. Hands appeared from within the wall of masculinity, touching every part of her body, although seeming to take a vested interest in her B-cup breasts, ass and pussy. "No, stop it," she pleaded, squirming to remove their hands but to no avail, their efforts redoubled in her resistence. They were now sliding inside her black crop top, running over and inside her bra, and down into her shorts, fingers sliding inside her panties and touching her cunt, one eventually sliding inside.
She was still being held tight against the man that had kept her in this circle, his cock still hard against her back. He whispered in her ear, "Have a look down, see what your presence has done." She looked, and saw that three or four cocks had come out, all of them hard. She closed her eyes and turned away. "No, this is wrong," she cried. "Let me go back to my friends, please."
"No," said the man, "see how you've made them feel."
"I don't want to! Let me go!"
Despite her resistance, her hands were guided and wrapped around two fleshy things. She opened her eyes to see what she was holding, only to close them again when she saw, confirming her suspicions, that they were two of the cocks. "Jerk them for us," her captor whispered again. CeCe shook her head again; this was only ignored, as her hands were forced along the lengths of the fuck sticks she had been made to hold.
Two fingers had finally found their way inside her pussy, and despite her squirms against it and her vocal protests (lost amongst the loud music), her body started to enjoy the attention it was being given. Her plaintive cries now started to weaken, and her resistances crumbled under their ministrations.
"I think she's starting to enjoy this now," said one of the other guys. "Let's get out of here and start the real fun."
Quickly, a hand went over CeCe's mouth, and she was carried bodily off the dance floor.
*****
The bathroom was rank. One light flickered on and off, and it looked like it hadn't been cleaned in a week. The group of men piled into the room, bringing their little captive with them. Once in the light, the size of the group became apparent. She was certain she could count ten in the room itself, all of different races. Some of them had their cocks out already, while others were just pulling them out now.
It also meant that all of them could see her for the first time too. "Well, look what we have here! We're having Asian tonight." Then the group converged on her again.
Once again, hands were upon every part of her body. Her crop top was lifted above her breasts, her bra pulled down to expose her breasts. She felt fingers slipping into her panties and between her cunt lips. Her hands were moved back up onto hard dicks. The newest sensation, however, was the hand that grabbed her hair, forcing her head into someone's crotch. Her mouth stretched over the cock as it forced its way down her throat, making her gag as it fucked her. Tears ran down her cheeks from the intrusion.
She felt a hand under her belly lifting her up. Immediately, the fingers in her cunt disappeared, as she felt her shorts and panties get pushed down off her hips. She protested around the cock filling her mouth.
The man at her cunt heard her squeals, even over the muffled bass-heavy music. "Hmmm, are you trying to say something?" CeCe squealed again. "Oh, are you a virgin, little one?" She tried to nod as much as she could around the cock and the hand. "Well, then. This is the perfect way to lose your virginity: to a bunch of men, just as nature intended." She squealed in protest around the cock pumping her mouth; she had never wanted to lose it like this. The man at her cunt knelt down more, getting his face close to her sex, and started licking it. She jerked herself away from him the first couple of times, accidentally forcing her mouth further onto the cock in front of her, but eventually stopped as she started to enjoy it, against her own wishes. He stopped as abruptly as he started, as his tongue was quickly replaced by his cock, her moans from the oral ministrations now replaced by a scream as he pushed in quickly.
CeCe was in pain, made even worse by the fact that she was being concertinaed between her two rapists with each thrust they made. The man at her mouth forced his dick down her throat, and held her head there, making her choke, as her throat was filled with his slimy cum. He pulled out, only giving her a minute amount of time to regain her breath before her mouth was filled again with another cock.
This continued on for some time. Two men spitroasted her, one in her cunt, one in her mouth, each cumming halfway through the other's solid fucking, then getting replaced by another. She was certain, after a few, that she was now tasting herself on her oral rapist's dicks, even seeing blood-red spots on one of them briefly before it went in her mouth. She stopped caring about them; each new cock was now just another one to satisfy to orgasm.
Finally, the men had finished with her, or at least for now. One of them, a Latino, looked at her ass as it was raised high in the air. He knelt behind her, rubbing the cheeks with intent. "Tell me, young one, have you ever had a man in your ass?"
CeCe's eyes went wide. "No, please, not there," she pleaded, her eyes looking like tears were about to well in them again.
An evil grin cut across the Latino's face. "Well, then," he sneered, "how about we make this your first time?" And he entered, no lube, no preparation, no care.
Her ass felt like it was being torn in two, and her scream—for the whole twenty seconds that she was allowed to before it was filled again with cock, specifically one of the last dicks to fuck her cunt, gathering from the fact that she could still taste herself on it—certainly made it obvious. The tears that had threatened to show themselves during her pleading were shed, staining her cheeks again as she bore the pain being inflicted on her. The Latino kept brutalising her ass for minutes, until he thrust hard into it and held himself there, spilling his cum into her. This was quickly followed by the man in her mouth spilling another load into it.
This pattern kept up, and they stopped fucking her mouth after the third anal rape. She now accepted these anal fuckings without complaint, waiting for the moment when they would cum and withdraw, even though she knew they would just replace it with another cock immediately after. Finally the last one came in her ass, and for the first time in a couple of hours, her ass was empty again, save for the cum that slowly trickled out of it. She collapsed on the floor, laying semi-fetal as she comprehended what had happened, as her insides churned with the amount of cum in her.
The group of rapists parted like a sea, as a six-foot-four African man, obviously muscular and exuding an air of distinction, walked in, along with another similarly-built man. His name was Kobaki, his partner his younger brother Mutubu. They saw the prone CeCe on the floor, cum spilling from every fuckable orifice. He knelt, taking the girl's face in his hand. "Tell me about this girl," Kobaki asked the group. They explained to him about what had happened for the past couple of hours, describing her "performance" as "brilliant" and "definitely better than they expected from a virgin like her." He looked back down at her, a slight frown on his face. "It is a shame, little one, that I didn't get to pick your fruit myself." He then stood up, dropping his trousers, Mutubu following his lead and doing the same. "Still, my brother and I can see if what these men say is true."
CeCe shook her head again. "No, please, no more," she whimpered, her voice broken, her eyes still teary. They seemed not to care, as they filled her holes, stretching them wider than the previous group had done. The two black men fucked her faster, harder and deeper than she had been before, making her squeal painfully with each thrust, until they gave her their hardest thrusts at the same time, their respective loads filling her mouth and cunt.
Mutubu and Kobaki rearranged themselves as they returned their cocks to their trousers. "I more than agree with these men. She will make a great addition." And with that they picked her up bodily, and took her from the bathroom.
"Wait, what!?" she cried out in concern. "What do you mean, 'a great addition'? Let me down!" She now became lively again, wriggling under the grip of Kobaki, even if futilely.
Kobaki took her out a door in the back, and put her into a car, getting in after her, followed by Mubutu. The car then drove off. "You have no clue who I am, do you?"
CeCe shook her head.
Kobaki leaned forward. "Mubutu and I are sons of M'Butu."
Her eyes widened. "The African warlord?"
"We prefer the phrase, 'Leader of the African People's Freedom Fighters'. He's been looking for young girls like you to be sex slaves for him and his men. And we think you'd be perfect for us."
